I've finally updated! This chapter has Angel's pov and next chapter will be Collins pov—at least that's what I'm thinking of doing at the present moment! I hope you enjoy!

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Angel awoke the next morning, slightly disorientated. She opened her eyes and saw that she was in her own bed. Collins must have carried me in here after everyone left. She smiled at that. Collins was always doing sweet things like that for her.

She sat up quickly, too quickly. Immediately grabbing her side which had started throbbing the moment she sat up. What the hell—

She had forgotten, briefly, everything that had happened the night before: seeing Jason and getting "hurt" by him. Angel winced as she slowly got out of her bed. The pain was an intense pain, something she hadn't felt since she had been with Jason.

The weak Angel walked over to her mirror and looked into it. Her face, as expected, didn't show the slightest trace of every being touched. Jason had only slapped her there, not wanting to leave a mark—old habits die hard. Hesitantly, Angel lifted her shirt, gasping at the appearance of her stomach. There was a huge, darkly colored bruise covering her whole left side. There were so many other bruises that they seemed to mend together into one big bruise. She lowered her shirt once again. The bruising on her abdomen was bad enough; she didn't want to see the marks on her arms.

She sighed as she glanced around the room. She realized that it was empty. There was no sleeping Collins on the bed, or any trace of him at all. It was just her. She was alone…all alone. She immediately started to panic.

He could find me…oh god, what if he has. What if he's waiting in the next room for me? Her breaths quickened, coming in short and shallow breaths. Her eyes widened at her next thought: What if he's in here?

The drag queen always did this to herself. She was always playing the worst case scenario in her head. Angel was freaking herself out, and she knew it, but wasn't about to stop it.

The quivering form of Angel slowly made its way to the door of the bedroom. Pressing her ear against the door she heard…nothing. Absolute silence. She let out a quick relieved breath, before slowly opening the door. Angel slowly peered out of the door, well the tiny crack between the door and the wall. Glancing around, she saw no one was there. She opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, silently cursing at herself for overreacting like that.

Angel, still afraid that he could be out there, quickly walked to the door, making sure it was locked. She sighed seeing the lock twisted to the side that meant "Locked." She glanced at the window. Was it open? Unsure, she made her way to the window to see that it too was locked. She chuckled at her own overreaction.

The drag queen, now back to her usual self, walked into the kitchen. Angel was going to make a quick breakfast: Cereal. As she walked into the kitchen, a little piece of paper lying on the counter caught her eye. She picked it up, immediately recognizing the writing of her lover. Angel couldn't help but smile as she read over his note.

Angel,

I'm sorry that I had to leave while you were sleeping. I know you told me that I should wake you up when I left, but I couldn't. You had a long day yesterday…I hope you slept alright. Anyways, I'll be home later, around five. I'll see you then! (I can't wait!)

Love you, Collins

Angel gently placed it back on the counter. To most people a little note like this wouldn't mean anything, but not to Angel. It showed just how much Collins cared for her. How he told her how he couldn't wake her, his concern for her about sleeping, and him telling her when he was going to be home, that all made her love him so much more—if that was even possible.

Angel reached into the refrigerator, pulling out the milk. She walked over to the counter and grabbed a bowl, spoon, and a box of cereal. She made herself a bowl of cereal and then went and sat down on a stool by her counter. She couldn't help but smile to herself. It was amazing how just a note from Collins could calm her down.

She quickly finished eating and went to shower, paying extra attention to not look at her in the mirror until she was dressed. She did not want to see…the marks anymore. Angel went a little more casual than usual, wearing just some jeans and a cute pink top. The drag queen gathered enough attention—she didn't want to grab the unwanted today.

She walked back out into her kitchen. After having calmed down, she walked to the door, purse in hand. Angel wanted to go to the loft. Her apartment, as much as she was trying to convince herself otherwise, was not feeling to comforting and secure.

Angel walked out of her apartment quickly and started down the street. As soon as she saw the crowds of people, she began to panic slightly. Was he out here? What happens if she runs into him again?

The now practically running drag queen forced these thoughts from her head. She was being impossible. That was a one in a million chance meeting—it wouldn't happen again. This was starting to get ridiculous.

Angel needed to pull herself together, she was nearing the loft. She couldn't let her friends see her like this. Angel was the centerfold of them, as much as she hated to admit it. They all came to her when they needed someone to listen, a shoulder to cry on or just plain comfort. Angel would never turn anyone away, it was part of her nature, and she honestly didn't mind. But sometimes, it was so hard feeling like the only reason they keep you around is so you can pick up the pieces of every trouble. Sometimes her friends were so busy working on their own problems, they didn't even notice her—that was the worst.

She sighed. Now this was ridiculous. She shook her head and glanced around. Angel gasped and covered her mouth. Jason. Immediately her mind began spinning, but it stayed semi-focused on two thoughts in particular:

What the hell was he doing here? Was he following me!

Angel noticed he was coming towards her and she broke out in an all out run towards the loft. She would be safe there. He wouldn't do anything in front of others. As she ran she glanced behind her and noticed he had started after her, almost as quickly.

Angel heart began to race as the realization sunk in: He was following her. She quickly dashed up the stairs and ripped open the door to the loft—thankful it was unlocked. Angel quickly entered and closed the door, locking it, in a slightly quieter manner.

"Pookie…it was just some guy wanting protest information!" Maureen yelled. "I don't see why you are overreacting."

Joanne, glaring at Maureen, said, "He was staring at you the whole time—not anywhere near your eyes! He was flirting with you and you were flirting with him! And you know it Maureen!"

As Maureen started to protest, there was more yelling.

"Roger…come on! It's Benny! You can't honestly think I'd-" Mimi started, but was cut off by Roger.

"Who are you to tell me what I should do… or think?" Roger threw his arms in the air. "I don't even know what to think anymore!" He yelled dramatically.

Mark was sitting quietly in the corner, working on his film. He did not want to get involved in this. Not at all.

Everyone was too busy either arguing or trying to ignore the arguing, they didn't even notice Angel come in. Or the fact that she was shaking while leaning against the door.

Angel couldn't get over the fact that she saw him. Again. Again! This couldn't have been an accident. It just wasn't possible.

Her heart was beating at a million miles per hour. She was dizzily leaning against the back of the door for support. Her head was spinning, literally. Her fear and terror was taking over, and she knew it.

She tried walking towards the couch. She slowly stood up and took a step. She lost her balance, but caught herself as she started to hyperventilate. "Guys…a little help here," She said.

Angel continued trying to walk to the couch. She couldn't focus on anything anymore, except the room spinning. Inside, she was fighting with herself.

Stop this! You are overreacting. Just calm down. He wasn't following you. It was just a coincidence. You run into people all the time. That's what happens when you live in New York.

Oh my god! How long had he been following me? Does he know where I live? What about Collins? Does he know about Collins?

She continued the war inside. One half trying to rationalize, the other giving into the fear and paranoia. The latter side was winning.

Angel continued to struggle with getting to the couch, her legs getting weaker and weaker. "Please…someone. Help!" She pleaded again. No one moved, or even acknowledged her.

"You can't be serious pookie! I'm a talkative person! Just because I talk to someone doesn't mean I'm flirting!" Maureen spat out angrily.

"Well then tell me Maureen. What do you qualify as flirting, because apparently we have different definitions!" Joanne yelled right back.

"Roger! Stop acting this way! You are being ridiculous! Benny is just trying to use me against you! Can't you see that!" Mimi yelled, trying to get through to the rocker.

Roger shook his head and laughed dryly. "I'm being ridiculous! If you aren't doing anything with Benny, then why do you constantly go and see him?" He asked Mimi loudly.

Mark was trying to tune them out, but it was obviously not working. He just continued to work on his camera.

Angel struggled to stand straight up. Like usual, everyone was so damn wrapped up in their own problems, they didn't even pay attention to her.

Angel managed to stand up fully. "Guys…I—" She finished her sentence with a loud thud as she hit the floor, unconscious.

All five others in the loft jumped at the sudden noise. "Angel!" Mimi screamed, running over to her friend. Roger came over and eased Angel into his arms and carried her to the couch. "She shouldn't be on the floor." He whispered as he placed her gently on the couch.

When Roger picked Angel up, her shirt hung down loosely. Mark was the only one who noticed a deep purple mark—no it was bigger than a mark, much bigger. It was on the side of her abdomen. Mark immediately looked away. What the hell had happened to Angel?

Mimi had taken her place next to Angel, sitting on the couch. She started caressing her face gently, sisterly, trying to get Mimi to wake up. Maureen and Joanne had stopped fighting and ran over to Angel as well.

"I didn't even hear her come in," Maureen whispered. At that, everyone looked down sheepishly.

Mark cleared his throat. "Uh…I think I should go and call Collins," he told them. He only got a couple of head nods in response.

Mark walked over to the phone and started dialing. He waited patiently as the phone rang. What the hell happened Angel?

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Post: Sorry it took so long! I have been gone! Next chapter, Collins pov! And Mark and Collins have a 'discussion.'

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